May I Repair My Head

My eyes blinked over, the surging pain in the back of my head, throbbing and bleeding. The haze of earlier gone, and replaced by the cooling sands under his face, the individual grains spreading beads of cold across his face, the bodies around him blue and cold… their faces like exotic plants in a blizzard. The contrast from even the dimly lit sand to the blueing purple flesh was great.

Mahon rolled over, his body slumping into place. His arms reaching behind him pushing himself up, he felt the back of his head, blood still running down his neck, but when he patted the hard skull, he felt only a mushed and crushed form inside.

"It's surprising, isn't it?"

Mahon's mind was cleared of the gap in his head, as he swung around. His body facing a wiry man, whose body was covered in extravagant armour, his blonde hair falling over his ears like a waterfall of sand, his head placed gently on his fist as he sat on the edge of a chariot. His yellow eyes pierced through his skull, both figuratively and literally.

"It's strange, no? My gifts make me a god in the eyes of others, however you… you are just seen as normal. But I saw them as soon as you marched into battle. These yellow eyes of ours, however… whilst I can recover from being stabbed. You seem to be further along than me. So, tell me… what are you?"

"I'm not really sure, My head disappeared, my body drank blood. It seems unnatural, but all I know is that I'm a warrior... That's all I've ever been, so, that's what I'll continue to be. Your Highness."

The king stood closer, his pale skin reflecting the moon, his form looming over the field of corpses. His attentive and intelligent eyes carving through everything, the shimmering gold reflected in his pupil. He then stood back, his arms thrusting into a shrug and bursting into laughter.

"You sound just like the general, and I believe that's his sword. I never thought that old grump would part with such a magnificent piece, there must be some reason why you were chosen. So I will trust you for now… However, if I find out you are hiding things from me… We will fight."

"Yes sir."

"Uuugh drop the sir, I'm younger than you, it feels weird,"

"Yes, uuuh your majesty."

Gilgamesh laughed again, his golden uniform moving and clinking as his chest moved in and out.

"Well now my friend, I've never met an immortal warrior, however I find it quite unacceptable that you are a common foot soldier, especially since you share my eyes. So, please join me as a guard, of course you will be able to join wars, but I would like to learn more about you."

He spread out his arm, the delicate and pampered fingers unfolding like a delicate flower, the bruises and rough tempering of the small muscles just showing through the fragile and smooth skin.

"Uuuh my lord, May I repair my head before we depart?"

Gilgamesh burst out laughing, his body convulsing and forcing him to his knees.

And with that, Mahon followed his first King.